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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 10, 2006 18:18:09 GMT -5
Bloodpelt spat at Agony with his harshest words. "You fool! You'll disgrace us all. You think I can't survive? I'd like to see you petty fleabag, praying to Starclan ((he said Starclan in a sarcastic, and mocking tone)), and you would fit right in!" Bloodpelt hissed at Agony. He then flicked his ears towards Masked, to show what he had to say about the matter. "If there is no respect, then why is there a deputy? Isn't that a term Clan cats use? So, when we call you our deputy, we are surely calling you part of a Clan?" Bloodpelt retorted, claws unsheathing. He was ready for a fight, even if he was bound to lose. He would rather keep coming back, then hover away, crouching in the corner, waving a white flag. No. He would do whatever it takes to prove that he is loyal to one thing, and one thing only.
Himself.
He then turned to Zoro, ready to give the tom a sour retort as well. "Your certainly giving into Masked. Shouldn't you fight for what you believe is right, or do you find authority a more powerful substance than yourself. Also, if I do say so myself, your making an awful big deal about yourself. Are you perhaps... In love with yourself? You speak with confidence, but your cunning and smarts are certainly small as far as I can see. No cat is perfect.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 11, 2006 6:55:49 GMT -5
Why does everyone hate me. Well that is their problem not mine Zoro thought. He sat in the moonlight his eyes calm and cool his fangs shimmering. Then he said calmly "Why if you are going to insult me and you think my plan is bad then what is your wonderous plans? And I say this to Masked and Bloodpelt. Your plans better not be useless."
Zoro sat there swishing his tail patiently. He hadn't heard a plan from either of Bloodpelt or Masked yet. "I know we all want a bloody battle but if we want to be successful it needs to be smart too," he meowed. "And Bloodpelt if you think I am giving into Masked think again," Zoro hissed.
((got to go to school))
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Post by Silverstream on Apr 11, 2006 15:42:13 GMT -5
Twilightsilver's eyes sparkled. Seeing these cats fight so much was nearly enough to send her sprawling on the ground in laughter. Didn't they realize how stupid and idiotic they looked? Her twin silver-blue optics suddenly showed a spark of laughter, only to quickly dissappear as Twilightsilver blinked solidly, wiping awayk the expression. Her full tail flicked back and forth over the ground, clearing a small patch of bare dusty dirt. Slowly, she rose, giving herself a bit of a more imposing appearance. The wind picked up behind her, blowing leaves haphazardly(sp?) around her. Suddenly, there was a break in the cloud cover, and a pool of moonlight shone on Twilightsilver's back, her pelt glowing with a sheen the color of liquid silver. Her eyes shone brighter, not from expression, but from the light. She looked around the group, willing them so be silent. "True, a Clan cat might cause difficulties. Why just recruit any old cat? These cats believe in StarClan right? Why not leave thier "signs" to point to a certain cat's evil. A few spies can look over the cats to find recruits. Ones that we choose to recruit, we will make sure that the clans see that that cat is unwanted. Find them later, and see if they would like to join NightClan." She paused a moment, her eyes flicking around the group, from cat to cat. She spoke evenly and tonelessly. "This way, we'd have more recruits, but when we no longer need them, simply kill them." Twilightsilver sat down again, and the moon was once again blocked out. The wind lessened and became a simple breeze, ready to strike up again at any slight provocation.
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Post by Kagit on Apr 12, 2006 16:50:33 GMT -5
Soft thumping of massive paws had halted by now, as keen eyes scanned the area. First to Agony, with her knowledge of the way about the group. Next to Zoro, and his inability to dominate over any cat. Then to Bloodpelt, with his swift mind. All of them had spoken, but none spoke with true wisdom. They all questioned, when they should be silent. They all spat, when they should lash out with claw and tooth. They all sympathized.
NightClan was indeed a special group of cats, born to kill, breed for their black hearts, and limited points of view. However, and Masked saw it now, Zeik had come far from the leader before. This very group showed that. And for all the mind power that Masked was without, he could still see this. Once again he wished that the plan didn't need numbers.
But he wouldn't have to wait long, to rid NightClan of such scum. As soon as the Clan lands were his and Zeik's, Masked would personally take care of them. But for the very moment, he couldn't do a thing, and to prevent him from actually doing the damage he so desperately wished for, he left. He pulled his unsheathed claws from the ground, and padded away, disappearing into the brush that surrounded the others. He was basically quiet, though he did not care if he was heard or not. The others could do what they will, but he had to get out of there. He had to leave before he lashed out with tooth and claw
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on Apr 12, 2006 18:33:44 GMT -5
A sharp sound broke the short-lived silence, and Artemis' maw was spread slightly ajar in laughter. "You can call eachother fools, but that won't hurt anything but your pride. Get on with your lives, and we can actually think up a good plan.One that doesn't involve NightClan cats turning on eachother in the middle of a battle simply because one scorned another's battle moves." The she-cats voice cracked and sounded rough, like the scraping of unsheathed claws against rock. Her own claws unsheathed, and audits were perked erect and expectant on top of her head.Twin crystal pools disappeared from sight as the feline blinked, and then returned to view as she opened them again. Clear insanity gleamed in Artemis' optics, and part of the she-cat dared any other to attack her. Bright pelt gleaming in the moonlight, she rose to all four paws, her long pelt bristling and claws slowly sheathing and unsheathing. Her lip curled in a momentary snarl as she gazed at the group of cats. "And you all call yourself NightClan cats.The only 'cruel' thing you can do is bicker amongst yourselves and hope the other backs out first!" A snarl sounded deep within her throat, and ivories were bared in an expression of vented anger. Pathetic, that's what they were. Simply pathetic.
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 12, 2006 19:09:41 GMT -5
Bloodpelt ignored their harsh words. He knew that any retort would only encourage their anger. He then turned to Zoro, whom was fighting his battle like a petty Clan cat.
"Your battle is useless. If you want to challenge me, then use your claw, not your forked tongue, you fool. This isn't getting you, me, or any of us anywhere. I say, that if there are those, whom will only live to disagree, and not fight, only retort, then their pelts should be ripped from their scrawny shoulders."
Bloodpelt spat, his ears twitching towards Zoro. But when he heard Artemis, an unsheathed claw swang at the tom. ((I can't say it hit him without it being godmodding.)) The ebony cat hissed, ears flat against his forehead.
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on Apr 12, 2006 19:20:44 GMT -5
((Artemis is a she-cat. ^^;; ))
Artemis leapt smoothly out of the way, and flicked her tail in annoyance. "Can you actually say one sentence without using the word 'fool' in it?" She meowed, her ears no longer erect and attentive. Audits flattened along her skull and ivories still bared in a snarl of rage, she sat back on her haunches and simply glared at the tom. "There's no point in fighting you, so you might as well just lie down and die like a coward would." Her sharp words flickered like flames and hate glinted in the she-cat's eyes like a wildfire.Tail lashing angrily, she awaited the tom's response. Artemis was right. They were pathetic.
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 13, 2006 6:30:12 GMT -5
"You have no right to call me a coward, you air-headed buffoon!"
Bloodpelt yowled. ((You can't have her be a perfect cat though. Every feline has their weak spot.)) His claws dug into the ground. His eyes glared at her, flames burning up inside. His ears lay flat against his forehead. His fur bristled. He was ready.
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Post by flamingstar on Apr 13, 2006 14:07:48 GMT -5
"Stop your bickering," Death hissed. Then he walked forward to show himself. "The only way we can attack a Clan is with enough cats. Which if we go around killing each other, the less chance we have of getting more territory. Don't you want more territory? If you do you shouldn't claw off each others heads! But I don't really if you want this puny piece of territory we have, or what we could have from killing a Clan. Once we get that territory you can kill any cat for all I care," he growled. Then he remembered that is was Zeiks and Masked who could order the Clan around. Death knew he probably would never be a leader, but he could give suggestions. If he wanted to he could probably kill some of the cats in NightClan himself. Some cats might look at him and say what kind of idea is that Death, but he did not care. All he wanted was more cats in NightClan, and more territory. A river, or grassy plain in NightClan territory would be nice
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 13, 2006 14:16:06 GMT -5
Bloodpelt was silent. He knew that Death was right. They needed more cats. He wished that he could change his name to something more deadly. Like Rezik, or Verize. Those sounded much more challenging then scrawny little Bloodpelt. He shrugged at it's Clan heritage. He hated Clan cats. They didn't know what they were up against. He felt like these cats believed he belonged with them.
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Post by ARTEMISxxx on Apr 13, 2006 17:52:16 GMT -5
Artemis simply spat in Bloodpelt's direction,dismissing the fight and retreating to her dark corner of the shadows. Crystal blue orbs were the only thing visible in the dim moonlight. Optics narrowed in a mad face of anger, and insanity seemed to dance in the light blue spheres. Eyes sunken into deep caverns of emptiness, Artemis hissed once more, and that was the end of that. If we actually worked together to think up a plan without nearly clawing eachother's ears off,we might have a chance in taking territory for NightClan! The she-cat considered meowing this aloud,but then decided against it.It would be better off to leave them thinking they had 'won'. Audits now perked again, she made careful note of the conversation and where it was going.
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Post by Flintpelt [Spideh] on Apr 14, 2006 14:35:35 GMT -5
Before any words even left Bloodpelt's mouth to insult her further, Agony was already away from the present world. Her mind, she believed, was much more interesting than any bickering among Nightclan cats. They were acting more stupid than she had known them to be. So very few actually had intelligence inside their thick skulls, it was a wonder they hadn't yet died. Green eyes glazed over as she wandered away, completely oblivious to Bloodpelt's sharp and taunting words, Masked's departure, Artemis' outburst and finally the short 'fight' that had occured between Bloodpelt and the previous she-cat. She was in a place of her own. But, of course, not completely alone.
Ya know, you're just as dumb as they are. Eh, shaddap. If I was just as stupid, I'd have had my ears clawed off long ago by Masked or been killed by Zeik. I'm not saying I'm smart. I just have a spark more intelligence than half of the lily-livered cowards here. How do you know? Because I do. Want you whiskers pulled out? You can't pull them out anyway. I can if I want to. this is my mind. I can make you appear and suffer the worst tortures I can think of. Which, I have to admit, are pretty numerous.
The voice fell silent at this threatening and slightly morbid retort. Agony had won for now. She returned to the clearing, dark, mossy orbs clearing up as she took in all that was different. Death was here, Masked was not, Artemis was listening intently to whatever conversation may spring up and both Bloodpelt and Zoro still looked as if they wanted to poke somecat's eyes out with a root. She added this to the torture list in her head, already quite long from moons of thinking. Eyes darted about, taking in every detail, but the she-cat stayed silent, and maw did not open to speak. However, gleaming ivory fangs were bared in a ferocious grin. She felt as if she wanted to do it, and the voice wasn't there to tell her not to. Grinning was something she enjoyed, especially since it scared the little Clanners. Nightclan were the cats ; the others were the mice. She considered this strange comparison and approoved it with a faint nod of her head.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 15, 2006 12:07:55 GMT -5
Zoro sat stunned at how much the cats were arguing over what his thoughts were. They kept on calling him a fool even though he had not said a word in the past 20 minutes. Zoro knew if he got angry again he would be insulted so instead he explained "I agree with Death but still what shall we do? I have shared my plan but what are yours? Please do not bicker about what I am saying or what I have said. That is the past and we have to learn to move on." He had spoke from his heart when he said the last sentence. His parents had been captured and killed by Twolegs when he was a kit but he had learned to move on. A ray of moonlight gleamed on his muscular graceful body. His dark fur blending in with the night sky and his bright yellow eyes glowing brillantly. Zoro then spoke again, "and if we need more cats we could always recruit rouges and loners and then kill them when they are not needed."
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Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on Apr 15, 2006 13:27:43 GMT -5
"We shouldn't kill the rogues and loners if they aren't needed. Only if they betray us. The battle could turn around, and then we may need them on out side."
Bloodpelt said, his voice now calm and collected, the anger far past. It was like blood in a river. It will stain the water, but then it will continue flowing, in the river of life and emotion, until it reaches the sea of Death, where it will become one with the water. Bloodpelt tasted a salty tang in his mouth, as the thoughts rolled by in his head.
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Post by crystalrain on Apr 16, 2006 13:33:07 GMT -5
Zoro sat his giant mass looking like a small black panther. He was thinking. Bloodpelt is right we could keep the cats that are trustworthy. Zoro then turned to Bloodpelt, "your right, we should keep the trustworthy loners and rouges that join our side. It will be good to recruit them soon. Our battle will now not have to be quiet and sneaky. It will be bloody and brave. It will be fun." Zoro was pleased with this plan but what if it didn't work? The others may not agree with him. He stood up his eyes glowing and claws shinning. Zoro prepared himself for another insult.
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